September Blues (or should it be Purple?)

the Keeper finally swept the broom.
she has decided to finally let go
of the trillion stuff stored
through all her shopaholic years
spent on a manic buying spree
which earned her the title:
“frequent buyer”. . .

a “frequent buyer” is wooed
with discounts, freebies, whatnots
and before you know it
the keeper has stashed
unimaginable thingamajigs
enough to open her own
department store! oh-la-la!

the saturation point? there was none.
she just acquired loads of folios
(her trillion work projects enough to put workaholics to shame!)
and realized she has no SPACE to store them! omigosh.

she looked around cramped heaven and her growing work folios and
in her true dramatic fashion she wailed like there’s no tomorrow.
she realized something has to go.
between her folios and her shopping stash,
her treasured work documents definitely won hands down.

the keeper whipped out her notebook and made an inventory
of goodies and stuff some of which were practically stored unused
in their original boxes that practically cram her closet!
she finished her list & declared with a sigh:

“that’s it, I am having a garage sale!”

bravo!
the other keeper shouted.
declog! edit! delete! . . .

and so for three days the keeper started clearing her closet
and with tears in her eyes declared:

tata, my precious loot! i loved thee, i bought thee,
i spent sleepless nights juggling my exhausted savings
just to pay for thee, but alas, it is time for goodbye!

i practically choked in my drool.
i watched the keeper with mixed emotions.
a mixture of pity, boredom and glee.
geez, how can anybody be so attached to all these expensive loot?
it isn’t as if they can lick your face at the end of a tiring day
or kiss and cuddle your tired self at day’s end.
or am i just witnessing the tragedy of a pathetic shopaholic?!

the keeper flings her weary self at me
and i nestled my furry self close in comfort.
more than anything, i'm going to be with my keeper
on this sad episode

by weekend, the keeper mustered her creative flair
to display her stuff and when she finished,
the garage looked like a chic boutique in an expensive mall!
wow! a garage sale in style.

i drooled in awe.

people hesitated at heaven's gate but when they saw keeper's stuff and her outrageous low, giveaway prices they practically scrambled like mad! this made keeper happy knowing her stuff are going to the right people.

the keeper was so happy she promised to buy me new toys, new pillows, new collar, new bowl. . .

i should be happy but I’m not so sure.
clearing stuff to buy new ones are not exactly clear to me . . .

i hug my old, smelly pillow.
i can still live with this one for another year
so i’ll pass on new stuff for now.
er, but maybe a new collar with neon lights
and silly bells that will surely irritate
the spirit elementals around heaven.

geez. now that is a much better gig.

the keeper has green thumbs!

. . . she also has a sore thumb, dead nails and thick calluses!

. . .when she's around heaven, she takes a leisurely stroll around the two hundred forty square meters of cramped space. . .

she stops to talk to the plants and trees who surprisingly respond with abundant fruits and flowers which somehow offset the offending odors of our pee&poo and distract the sight away from heaven's leaky roofs, rusty grills and stale paint!

the keeper also brings strange plants with strange smells which alerts the houndsinheaven who have very sensitive sense of smell. so before any 'whatsitsname' gets enthroned in heaven's pots, it must first be marked by the seal of our pee. and mind you, not just one, but all of the houndsinheaven!

ok, who peed on my tomato plant?
the keeper wailed while we feign sleep.

one fine morning, the keeper shrieked
and the houndsinheaven barked in alarm.
however, the keeper just laughed foolishly:

ok, cool it guys! i'm just happy because my orchids are in bloom!

oh. well . . .

look guys, chicky is having fruits!

sure. k.
chicky is our chico tree.

btw, chicos are small, round fruits that tastes like sugar wrapped in brown, icky skins. but for the stubborn diabetic-prone keeper, chicos are like 'fruits of the gods'. the keeper has to compete with birds who always swoops down on the chicos even before they ripen . . .


look! we're having our first avocado fruits!



the keeper pranced with joy!

for keeper,
the avocados are also like
food for the gods

keeper lits her incense
and thanked the gods.
the houndsinheaven look at her
in complete boredom.
chicos and avocados don't appeal
to any of the houndsinheaven
so it's not a big deal.

i wish the keeper will plant edibles
like chewy bones, ice cream & cookies
maybe then, we can rejoice with her.


after a day of bonding with nature
the keeper, all tanned and smelly,
now turns to me solemnly:

sweepy, remember the rules in planting:

1. Don't plant anything illegal, and -
(hold your drool!)

2. Don't plant bad feelings
best said in her native tongue:
"huwag magtanim ng sama ng loob"

actually, the keeper said that for amusement.
but i am not amused.
so i'm off to drool b4 i snooze. hoo-ha.